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Goals for my 45th year

art rogers — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 13:30:06 +0000

The day after my birthday, Friday, I spent some time in introspection and came up with a list of goals that I wanted to accomplish in my 45th year on the earth, if God is so gracious to leave me here that long.

I shared one of these goals that had been bouncing around in my head for a while with some friends last week and one of them replied, “It’s good to have goals.” The unspoken phrase that followed in my mind: It’s better to actually achieve them. Or at least attempt to do so.

So here are my goals.

Spiritually

Continue to grow in the practice of Spiritual Disciplines. This is something that has been a point of growth for me over a couple of decades, but I have much farther to go, I feel.
Take at least 2 Spiritual Retreats by myself.
Explore the Spiritual Discipline of Silence. I don’t know much about this and I can tell you that my mind is rarely quiet. I want to study and begin to practice this.

Financially

Eliminate (certain $ amount) of spending.
Apply above described saved money to debts. For reasons I won’t enumerate, though likely obvious for those of my generation, we took on a lot of debt early in our lives and have been working our way out of it for years. While we have made significant progress at times, I am frustrated with how slowly it is going. I want to move faster.
Give more to opportunities beyond my normal avenues.

Family

1 Vacation with just us this year. Typically our vacation is spent visiting extended family, which is a good thing. Still, we need some time with just us together.
Read more on marriage. While I love my marriage and think it’s pretty awesome, everything is capable of being improved and I can do that best by improving me within our marriage.
Date Bonnie more. We’ve been dating quite a bit since our kids got older, but we need to do this more.
1 event (big, not small like an ice cream cone over 45 mins) per month with each child – just me and them.

Physically

Eat better, lose weight. Again. My weight is like a yo-yo and I struggle with it. I need to get better control of it.
Continue to exercise regularly. I’ve joined a gym for $10 a month and have been working out there. Got to keep going.
Start running triathlons. I know. That sounds crazy, especially for a person struggling with their weight. But it features running, swimming and cycling and variety keeps me engaged. Also, I am not running Iron Man level triathlons. Whenever people hear that word, they think of Hawaii and the Iron Man they do there. That’s for elite athletes. They have much smaller events (sprint triathlons) that are manageable for beginners. Still, this is likely to be the most demanding goal on the board.

I have a few other thoughts about lifestyle issues. I intend to read more, take more pictures, paint more, write more, etc. but they aren’t goals, so… I’ll just stick them here at the end.

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So here are my goals.

Spiritually

Continue to grow in the practice of Spiritual Disciplines. This is something that has been a point of growth for me over a couple of decades, but I have much farther to go, I feel.
Take at least 2 Spiritual Retreats by myself.
Explore the Spiritual Discipline of Silence. I don’t know much about this and I can tell you that my mind is rarely quiet. I want to study and begin to practice this.

Financially

Eliminate (certain $ amount) of spending.
Apply above described saved money to debts. For reasons I won’t enumerate, though likely obvious for those of my generation, we took on a lot of debt early in our lives and have been working our way out of it for years. While we have made significant progress at times, I am frustrated with how slowly it is going. I want to move faster.
Give more to opportunities beyond my normal avenues.

Family

1 Vacation with just us this year. Typically our vacation is spent visiting extended family, which is a good thing. Still, we need some time with just us together.
Read more on marriage. While I love my marriage and think it’s pretty awesome, everything is capable of being improved and I can do that best by improving me within our marriage.
Date Bonnie more. We’ve been dating quite a bit since our kids got older, but we need to do this more.
1 event (big, not small like an ice cream cone over 45 mins) per month with each child – just me and them.

Physically

Eat better, lose weight. Again. My weight is like a yo-yo and I struggle with it. I need to get better control of it.
Continue to exercise regularly. I’ve joined a gym for $10 a month and have been working out there. Got to keep going.
Start running triathlons. I know. That sounds crazy, especially for a person struggling with their weight. But it features running, swimming and cycling and variety keeps me engaged. Also, I am not running Iron Man level triathlons. Whenever people hear that word, they think of Hawaii and the Iron Man they do there. That’s for elite athletes. They have much smaller events (sprint triathlons) that are manageable for beginners. Still, this is likely to be the most demanding goal on the board.

I have a few other thoughts about lifestyle issues. I intend to read more, take more pictures, paint more, write more, etc. but they aren’t goals, so… I’ll just stick them here at the end.

Life Lessons on my Birthday

art rogers — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 13:30:12 +0000

It’s my birthday, and I’m 44. According to the Insurance Actuarial Tables, I’m probably more than halfway through.

That just sounds depressing. Especially if you are older than me. Sorry.

Let’s look at it another way… About half of my life thus far was spent just learning the basics, let’s say to my early 20′s. After that, I’ve been in adult life graduate school, learning the more intricate things that I need to know.

That means that probably have 2/3 of my adult life left (let’s hope and pray) and I’ve learned a lot of good stuff on the way. Here are a few lessons off the top of my head as I write this the night before.

Life’s not easy, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. Sometimes the hard things make life easier later on. I could never have dealt with some of the things I deal with now on a regular basis, had I not been through what I thought was horrible earlier in life. Now I think I was a wimp before. Which I probably was.
Marriage is cool. Be sure you get the right one. It’s hard at first for everyone. It gets easier if you just have one rule: Nobody gets out alive. That’s actually in the vows, if you look them up. If you know that you are in it for the long haul, you work hard to make it better. Go to counseling if you need it. We did and it made an enormous difference for the better. And remember that your family is the most important thing you are responsible for in this life (I’m including taking care of yourself in this sentence on the family). If you don’t take care of that, what point is the rest of it?
Do what you love, if you can make a living at it. If you can’t, then do what is helpful and do your best to love it. It’s easier to do a job that you love and wretched to do what you hate. A lot of the attitude you bring to the job is up to you, though. Be positive in your mind about it, but if you just can’t do that then find something else as quick as possible so that you and everyone around you aren’t miserable.
Argue less. A lot of things I used to think were life and death aren’t even close. Most stuff that we get upset about isn’t worth the energy of being disconcerted and probably, if we are honest, we don’t have a right to be angry about it. Let it go, if you can. If not, deal with people in a way that brings reconciliation. Don’t dump people if you can help it. It’s probably a mistake to cut them out of your life. Unless it’s not, in which case you should choose carefully who influences you.
Have a hobby. Have twelve. You need something to enjoy and accomplish that isn’t tied to work or making ends meet. Consuming media (tv, music, internet, etc.) is not a hobby – it’s a pastime. You accomplish nothing and get no sense of self worth from it, nor do you get to be creative and do things without limits from others. You need creative, accomplishy sorts of things and lots of them. My list of hobbies (some I am doing more than others) are: cycling, exercising at the gym (I know, don’t laugh), frisbee golf, golf, photography, guitar, water color painting… I’m sure there’s more. Oh, yeah. Writing.
Be outside more. I had become accustomed to air conditioned office life and the heat was not fun. Then, last summer, I started doing a lot of outdoor activities and my body adjusted to the heat. It was awesome. I loved it. Outdoors is way more cool than indoors. WAAAAAYYY more cool. In the “hip” sense of cool, not the temperature sense. You probably knew that.
Take care of your body. It declines quickly and the more you ignore it early, the harder it gets later. A 50 year old that has been fit all his/her life is in much better shape than the 50 year old that got in shape in his/her mid forties. I learned this the hard way. I’ve got so many things deteriorating on my body, it’s silly. One of my biggest regrets is not staying shape. I used to be in shape. Then I got married. I did marry the right one. The one I married is an awesome cook. I quit even trying to burn off anything I consumed. 18 years later (the day after Christmas is 18 years), one of my hobbies is working out at the gym. Ugh.

That’s all I can think of at the moment. Any you’d like to add? Feel free.

Comments

December 2, 2010, Marty Duren writes: Well, on that whole getting started too late with the physical activity thing, just let me say it's a drag on us thinner people, too. I hope everyone has a "pants size" to which he will not go. For me it was 36. I wish I could say it was a spiritual discipline, but the truth is I was just so tightfisted that I wasn't going to by all new pants because I outgrew the 34s. So I've been at size 34 for a decade or more. But I hate exercising. Did I say that I hate exercising? I love the thought of exercising, and even like to tell people that I run and bike several times a week. But what I really liked was the metabolism I had in my teens through 30s where I could eat all the candy, food, cake, brownies or whatever and never gain any weight at all. One bonus I did have were two jobs that required endless amounts of physical exertion; exercise was part of my job. I was getting paid to stay skinny. Not any more. You are right, though, about the need. As with you, the older I get, the more acutely aware I am of how much I need to stay in shape. It is a matter of discipline, and, therefore, a matter of discipleship.

It’s my birthday, and I’m 44. According to the Insurance Actuarial Tables, I’m probably more than halfway through.

That just sounds depressing. Especially if you are older than me. Sorry.

Life’s not easy, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. Sometimes the hard things make life easier later on. I could never have dealt with some of the things I deal with now on a regular basis, had I not been through what I thought was horrible earlier in life. Now I think I was a wimp before. Which I probably was.
Marriage is cool. Be sure you get the right one. It’s hard at first for everyone. It gets easier if you just have one rule: Nobody gets out alive. That’s actually in the vows, if you look them up. If you know that you are in it for the long haul, you work hard to make it better. Go to counseling if you need it. We did and it made an enormous difference for the better. And remember that your family is the most important thing you are responsible for in this life (I’m including taking care of yourself in this sentence on the family). If you don’t take care of that, what point is the rest of it?
Do what you love, if you can make a living at it. If you can’t, then do what is helpful and do your best to love it. It’s easier to do a job that you love and wretched to do what you hate. A lot of the attitude you bring to the job is up to you, though. Be positive in your mind about it, but if you just can’t do that then find something else as quick as possible so that you and everyone around you aren’t miserable.
Argue less. A lot of things I used to think were life and death aren’t even close. Most stuff that we get upset about isn’t worth the energy of being disconcerted and probably, if we are honest, we don’t have a right to be angry about it. Let it go, if you can. If not, deal with people in a way that brings reconciliation. Don’t dump people if you can help it. It’s probably a mistake to cut them out of your life. Unless it’s not, in which case you should choose carefully who influences you.
Have a hobby. Have twelve. You need something to enjoy and accomplish that isn’t tied to work or making ends meet. Consuming media (tv, music, internet, etc.) is not a hobby – it’s a pastime. You accomplish nothing and get no sense of self worth from it, nor do you get to be creative and do things without limits from others. You need creative, accomplishy sorts of things and lots of them. My list of hobbies (some I am doing more than others) are: cycling, exercising at the gym (I know, don’t laugh), frisbee golf, golf, photography, guitar, water color painting… I’m sure there’s more. Oh, yeah. Writing.
Be outside more. I had become accustomed to air conditioned office life and the heat was not fun. Then, last summer, I started doing a lot of outdoor activities and my body adjusted to the heat. It was awesome. I loved it. Outdoors is way more cool than indoors. WAAAAAYYY more cool. In the “hip” sense of cool, not the temperature sense. You probably knew that.
Take care of your body. It declines quickly and the more you ignore it early, the harder it gets later. A 50 year old that has been fit all his/her life is in much better shape than the 50 year old that got in shape in his/her mid forties. I learned this the hard way. I’ve got so many things deteriorating on my body, it’s silly. One of my biggest regrets is not staying shape. I used to be in shape. Then I got married. I did marry the right one. The one I married is an awesome cook. I quit even trying to burn off anything I consumed. 18 years later (the day after Christmas is 18 years), one of my hobbies is working out at the gym. Ugh.

That’s all I can think of at the moment. Any you’d like to add? Feel free.

Comments

December 2, 2010, Marty Duren writes: Well, on that whole getting started too late with the physical activity thing, just let me say it's a drag on us thinner people, too. I hope everyone has a "pants size" to which he will not go. For me it was 36. I wish I could say it was a spiritual discipline, but the truth is I was just so tightfisted that I wasn't going to by all new pants because I outgrew the 34s. So I've been at size 34 for a decade or more. But I hate exercising. Did I say that I hate exercising? I love the thought of exercising, and even like to tell people that I run and bike several times a week. But what I really liked was the metabolism I had in my teens through 30s where I could eat all the candy, food, cake, brownies or whatever and never gain any weight at all. One bonus I did have were two jobs that required endless amounts of physical exertion; exercise was part of my job. I was getting paid to stay skinny. Not any more. You are right, though, about the need. As with you, the older I get, the more acutely aware I am of how much I need to stay in shape. It is a matter of discipline, and, therefore, a matter of discipleship.

Phriday foto: 11-12-10 The Rogers Family

art rogers — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 18:53:15 +0000

A few pictures I took of my family about a month ago.

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If you like these, you might like to browse my flickr or photoblog. (Same pics, different layout)

A few pictures I took of my family about a month ago.

Click on a thumbnail to enlarge.

[Show as slideshow]

If you like these, you might like to browse my flickr or photoblog. (Same pics, different layout)

Normal and the Preacher’s Kid

art rogers — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 12:30:25 +0000

My friend Cole Hedgecock posted an article detailing the causes of PK’s (Preacher’s Kids for all you non-churchy folks) leaving the church when they become adults. Fascinating stuff, you can read it at his blog, Colemine Extractions: Why PK’s leave the church.

There’s a lot there, but I think you can reduce it all into the ability to make the home of the Pastor a “normal” one. Where the experience of growing up at the center of the church’s perspective is not all that different from being the “average” kid in the church.

Here are some things we’ve tried to do in order to make sure our kids are as close to normal as possible.

Make sure that you don’t ask your kids to be “perfect.” Pastors are often times perfectionists (typically first borns) and they can be demanding. Don’t be unrealistic.
Be honest about your spiritual ups and downs. They have them. If they know you have them, they know it’s “normal” and don’t feel like they can’t live up to your seemingly abnormal spirituality.
Be good talkers and listeners. All parents need to be good listeners, but you need it more. If you notice that your kid is not telling you something, then gently work harder to build the trust that allows them to talk about it. And when they tell you something that sends you reeling, don’t freak out or it’s the last thing you’ll hear from them until they’ve made some huge mistakes.
Communicate to the church that your kids don’t have special expectations from you and that you are telling them that they don’t have to live up to anyone’s special expectations from the church. The church needs to expect the same from them as they do from the next kid in the Youth Group.
Be there. It is a must that your job is not 40 hrs/week and that you are always on call, however… you must lock out time to coach their little league or soccer teams. Attend their extra curricular events. Take pictures while you are there and put them all over Facebook or Flickr. Let them see that you value them. If they know that you value the church over them by always being at meetings and other responsibilities instead of their things, you can expect that they will resent it. Your first responsibility as pastor is to pastor your family. The church has to accept this as well. Not all churches do. If they don’t, perhaps they aren’t the church for you.
Laugh. A lot. We keep running jokes in our house and celebrate our kids’ senses of humor. Nothing feels good like fun and a fun family is cherished, not resented.

Those are a few of my thoughts. Anything you’d like to add?

Comments

November 4, 2010, Bob Cleveland writes: One other thought. Most pastors are well educated as to the devil and his wiles, so the devil would likely be less direct in his attacks, than with a normal church attender. But one way he CAN get to preachers is to get to the preacher's kids, who are not as trained and/or experienced in that area. I recall a few times when sharing that thought with a preacher, or his family, has been most helpful for them.
November 4, 2010, art rogers writes: Good word, Bob. Thanks for adding.

Here are some things we’ve tried to do in order to make sure our kids are as close to normal as possible.

Make sure that you don’t ask your kids to be “perfect.” Pastors are often times perfectionists (typically first borns) and they can be demanding. Don’t be unrealistic.
Be honest about your spiritual ups and downs. They have them. If they know you have them, they know it’s “normal” and don’t feel like they can’t live up to your seemingly abnormal spirituality.
Be good talkers and listeners. All parents need to be good listeners, but you need it more. If you notice that your kid is not telling you something, then gently work harder to build the trust that allows them to talk about it. And when they tell you something that sends you reeling, don’t freak out or it’s the last thing you’ll hear from them until they’ve made some huge mistakes.
Communicate to the church that your kids don’t have special expectations from you and that you are telling them that they don’t have to live up to anyone’s special expectations from the church. The church needs to expect the same from them as they do from the next kid in the Youth Group.
Be there. It is a must that your job is not 40 hrs/week and that you are always on call, however… you must lock out time to coach their little league or soccer teams. Attend their extra curricular events. Take pictures while you are there and put them all over Facebook or Flickr. Let them see that you value them. If they know that you value the church over them by always being at meetings and other responsibilities instead of their things, you can expect that they will resent it. Your first responsibility as pastor is to pastor your family. The church has to accept this as well. Not all churches do. If they don’t, perhaps they aren’t the church for you.
Laugh. A lot. We keep running jokes in our house and celebrate our kids’ senses of humor. Nothing feels good like fun and a fun family is cherished, not resented.

Those are a few of my thoughts. Anything you’d like to add?

Comments

November 4, 2010, Bob Cleveland writes: One other thought. Most pastors are well educated as to the devil and his wiles, so the devil would likely be less direct in his attacks, than with a normal church attender. But one way he CAN get to preachers is to get to the preacher's kids, who are not as trained and/or experienced in that area. I recall a few times when sharing that thought with a preacher, or his family, has been most helpful for them.
November 4, 2010, art rogers writes: Good word, Bob. Thanks for adding.

Phriday Foto 10-29-10 :: XC

art rogers — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 12:30:14 +0000

Little Photography for ya today. My son’s Cross Country team.

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If you like these, my flickr account is here and my photoblog is here. (Same pics at both places.)

Little Photography for ya today. My son’s Cross Country team.

Click on a thumbnail to enlarge.

[Show as slideshow]

If you like these, my flickr account is here and my photoblog is here. (Same pics at both places.)

The year ahead and the swirl of uncertainty

art rogers — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 11:01:43 +0000

I drove home from Church Sunday after worshiping together with the Skelly Drive family for the first time in two weeks. A blizzard had hit and knocked us out of our Christmas Eve service and later the Sunday morning service on the 27th. The latter service being canceled kept everyone from being together, though our family had crept out of town on snow and ice covered roads to go with family to ski in New Mexico.

The crowd was down and I imagine that it had to do with people traveling and the fact that our roads were still a bit sketchy and we had another small bout of snow the night before. It was good to be with my church family.

Still, as I drove home the powdered snow moved like vapor down the road before me and the city had a desolate look about it. The dregs of the blizzard had been shoved to the side of the streets, building 2 foot high curbs of crusty slush now gray with dirt and exhaust and very few were out and about.

As I drove, I was mesmerized by the ebb and flow of the snow dust that swirled on the road before me, being chased by the wind that came from behind, it created a surreal vision.

There are so many things that are swirling through our church and my life right now, that the scene before me took on a deeper representation for me.

Curious to few, then, that I had felt led to preach on Matthew 11:25-30 just a few moments previous. God’s like that. Knows what you need before you have the slightest idea.

The Scripture? You might recognize the closing words:

Come to Me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. All of you, take up My yoke and learn from Me, because I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for yourselves. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.

I still feel a bit overwhelmed by it all, but I am so grateful that the success of all that swirls around me is not dependent on me, but upon the One Who Is Author of all things, simple and complex.

More to come soon…

As I drove, I was mesmerized by the ebb and flow of the snow dust that swirled on the road before me, being chased by the wind that came from behind, it created a surreal vision.

There are so many things that are swirling through our church and my life right now, that the scene before me took on a deeper representation for me.

Curious to few, then, that I had felt led to preach on Matthew 11:25-30 just a few moments previous. God’s like that. Knows what you need before you have the slightest idea.

The Scripture? You might recognize the closing words:

Come to Me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. All of you, take up My yoke and learn from Me, because I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for yourselves. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.

I still feel a bit overwhelmed by it all, but I am so grateful that the success of all that swirls around me is not dependent on me, but upon the One Who Is Author of all things, simple and complex.

More to come soon…

Why I tell my teenagers “I love you” … in public …

art rogers — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 12:01:35 +0000

Last week my baby daughter – the pink princess – turned 13. She’s been moving too quickly toward this date for some time, but there is no help for it now. Both my kids are teenagers.

Serving for 19+ years in Youth Ministry kept me younger and more able to relate, but that only goes so far. It’s like saying I’m the Limburger Cheese that stinks the least.

Nevertheless, I have adopted a particularly uncool behavior to my relationships with each of my kids: I tell them I love them. All the time. In public. While they are with their friends. While they are getting out of the car on the occasion that I drop them off. All the time and in every place we happen to be.

And they don’t disappoint. In typical teenaged fashion, they bow their heads and move along as quickly and quietly as they can to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and the occasional snicker from their friends.

I know a few parents who might choose not to say this to them because it is clear they are embarrassed. The kids might even request it, which is a wound suffered deeply, no doubt.

Another slight is experienced by the parent that expects a return promise of fidelity. The “I love you, too” that doesn’t come and whose absence hangs like an offensive odor before the parent now left alone to endure it.

I don’t care. It doesn’t bother me one bit that they are embarrassed or that they don’t return my expression of affection.

I tell them “I love you” against their will and without any concern for reciprocation because I say it for them. They need to hear it from me and they need to hear it often. Who they are is greatly shaped by the confidence they are cared for and accepted, especially from their parents and especially in their teens.

So I give that affirmation to them even when they don’t give it back and I am the “uncool” Dad. I can be that, if they will be whole. Easy trade.

Sorry, Jimmy and Hannah. You are going to be openly loved and hugged and cheered for and claimed. I am unashamed. It may not be what you want, but I am sure it is what you need. So just take your medicine and I’ll check you again when you’re 20 or so.

Oh, and I love you. Always will.

Comments

October 21, 2009, Judy Harrison writes: Good for you Art. We have always told our children we love them, no matter where we are or who hears it. And now they do the same.
October 21, 2009, Vicki writes: There may be some day you can't say that to your kids. My did never hugged or told us he loved us until my brother-in-law was killed in a plane crash. It made my daddy realize that life is short and we need to show love when we have the chance.
October 21, 2009, Bob Cleveland writes: As one whose grandkids are now mid-20's, I can tell you that telling your kids you love them will pay dividends, bigtime. You may have to wait a bit, but so what? I've heard it said that kids remember some of what you tell them, more of what you show them, but they'll never forget how you make them feel. And you can't beat making them feel loved. And who knows: when you're not around, and some other kid razzes, them, what better testimony to love than your kids saying they're glad their dad loves them? Who knows what that conversation might lead to....
October 21, 2009, Kent House writes: When my children were the ages of yours, we (Janie and me) also told them we loved them every time we could, sometimes several times a day. And, like you have described the response of your children, ours were more than a little shy about returning that affection in verbage or simple emotion. I even added a little something to the "I love you" of my children's teenage years; a kiss in the middle of the forehead, to which they were thoroughly embarrassed to receive. Until they grew up. Now, when returning to Tulsa every couple of weeks to visit my 26 year old daughter and son-in-law, she could never do without the "forehead" kiss. Neither can my 6 foot, 200 lb., 30 year old son. Funny how perspective changes. An embarrassing kiss-on-the-forehead as I dropped them off at school a few years ago has become a staple of devotion between a father and his children. Don't quit what you are doing! It will, one day, be the hallmark of your affection.
October 22, 2009, Gary Snowden writes: Good words, Art. That is standard practice around or house too, and the interesting thing is that the youngest of the 4 boys (only one still living at home) often is the one to say "I love you" first as he heads out the door to school, says goodnight, or whatever else. That means a lot to
October 22, 2009, Gary Snowden writes: his parents I assure you. Sorry about the interrupted comment. WordPress gave some kind of weird error message at the end that said I was posting comments too quickly. Never heard that one before.
October 22, 2009, Benjie writes: Keep it up! My oldest is approaching that age too quickly, but I still tell her (and her brother and sister, "I Love You.")

Last week my baby daughter – the pink princess – turned 13. She’s been moving too quickly toward this date for some time, but there is no help for it now. Both my kids are teenagers.

Serving for 19+ years in Youth Ministry kept me younger and more able to relate, but that only goes so far. It’s like saying I’m the Limburger Cheese that stinks the least.

I know a few parents who might choose not to say this to them because it is clear they are embarrassed. The kids might even request it, which is a wound suffered deeply, no doubt.

I don’t care. It doesn’t bother me one bit that they are embarrassed or that they don’t return my expression of affection.

So I give that affirmation to them even when they don’t give it back and I am the “uncool” Dad. I can be that, if they will be whole. Easy trade.

Oh, and I love you. Always will.

Comments

October 21, 2009, Judy Harrison writes: Good for you Art. We have always told our children we love them, no matter where we are or who hears it. And now they do the same.
October 21, 2009, Vicki writes: There may be some day you can't say that to your kids. My did never hugged or told us he loved us until my brother-in-law was killed in a plane crash. It made my daddy realize that life is short and we need to show love when we have the chance.
October 21, 2009, Bob Cleveland writes: As one whose grandkids are now mid-20's, I can tell you that telling your kids you love them will pay dividends, bigtime. You may have to wait a bit, but so what? I've heard it said that kids remember some of what you tell them, more of what you show them, but they'll never forget how you make them feel. And you can't beat making them feel loved. And who knows: when you're not around, and some other kid razzes, them, what better testimony to love than your kids saying they're glad their dad loves them? Who knows what that conversation might lead to....
October 21, 2009, Kent House writes: When my children were the ages of yours, we (Janie and me) also told them we loved them every time we could, sometimes several times a day. And, like you have described the response of your children, ours were more than a little shy about returning that affection in verbage or simple emotion. I even added a little something to the "I love you" of my children's teenage years; a kiss in the middle of the forehead, to which they were thoroughly embarrassed to receive. Until they grew up. Now, when returning to Tulsa every couple of weeks to visit my 26 year old daughter and son-in-law, she could never do without the "forehead" kiss. Neither can my 6 foot, 200 lb., 30 year old son. Funny how perspective changes. An embarrassing kiss-on-the-forehead as I dropped them off at school a few years ago has become a staple of devotion between a father and his children. Don't quit what you are doing! It will, one day, be the hallmark of your affection.
October 22, 2009, Gary Snowden writes: Good words, Art. That is standard practice around or house too, and the interesting thing is that the youngest of the 4 boys (only one still living at home) often is the one to say "I love you" first as he heads out the door to school, says goodnight, or whatever else. That means a lot to
October 22, 2009, Gary Snowden writes: his parents I assure you. Sorry about the interrupted comment. WordPress gave some kind of weird error message at the end that said I was posting comments too quickly. Never heard that one before.
October 22, 2009, Benjie writes: Keep it up! My oldest is approaching that age too quickly, but I still tell her (and her brother and sister, "I Love You.")

Why I appreciate Pastors by Marty Duren

art rogers — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 12:01:20 +0000

Marty’s got a new Examiner article up focusing on Pastor Appreciation Month (October is it, by the way).

Good article with an excellent representation of a hard working pastor and his family:

Why I Appreciate Pastors

Marty’s got a new Examiner article up focusing on Pastor Appreciation Month (October is it, by the way).

Good article with an excellent representation of a hard working pastor and his family:

Why I Appreciate Pastors

Race for the Cure, Tulsa – 2009

art rogers — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:01:54 +0000

The first thing that you should know about running a 5k… check that… about me running a 5k, is that cycling doesn’t translate to running. They are based on a different set of muscle groups. When a runner or a cyclist crosses over to the other discipline they will find a jump in their heart rate and a demand for oxygen from those muscles that haven’t been being used.

Which is a great argument for cross training, if training is your thing.

To date my thing has been just trying to drop some weight and cycling offered me an aerobic exercise option with no impact. Which was huge. Because I was huge.

If you want to understand this better, try running with a couple of 20 lb. sledge hammers, one in each hand. Get the idea? Now add another 15 lbs and you’ll understand how much weight I’ve lost.

So I biked because I couldn’t run.

Until last week. My son was running in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I then found that several of our church family were also running. It’s a great cause and personal as well. My Mom, Annette, both of her sisters (my aunts Suz and Sandy) and, as of couple of weeks ago, my Mother in Law, Lynda, have all had breast cancer.

So I guess I was feeling froggy or just stupid and, when signing Jimmy up for the race, I signed myself up, too.

Keep in mind that I haven’t run in FOREVER. I tried to run in the Spring and couldn’t, so I bought a bike. I tried to run a few weeks ago and was moderately more successful, but honestly I only ran about a mile.

Pride? Foolishness? Arrogance? Whatever…

I have no idea what caused me to think I could run a 5k (3.2 miles), but I showed up with one goal. Don’t walk. Run the whole time. Even if you have to shuffle.

And I did. Official Race time results: 33:41.85.

And now I hurt all over. I can’t get on my bike because my ankle hurts. I feel worse than I ever have. Well, maybe not EVER… but bad.

I hear the swine flu is making its way through our congregation. Maybe I can catch it and feel even worse.

But then again, I don’t know that I have ever in my life run that far consecutively. And it was for breast cancer research. And I didn’t walk.

So maybe I feel pretty good after all.

Ok, here are some pics (Click on the thumbnail for the full size pic):

[Show as slideshow]

Comments

September 21, 2009, Bart writes: Vicki and I lol'd watching you walk up the platform steps Sunday night. I wasn't plussitude...I don't think...do I want to know what that means? Merriams wouldn't tell me, so I'm a little worried. Great picture of you and Laddie. And Peyton let you take her picture. Now if you had Amy...
September 21, 2009, cb scott writes: I am proud of you and for you Art. cb
September 22, 2009, art rogers writes: Bart - Look up nonplussed. And Peyton neigh demanded that she have her picture made with me. And why wouldn't she? CB - Thanks, brother!
September 22, 2009, tom writes: Congrats, Art! Keep going! -ta
September 22, 2009, steveharrison writes: Art, awesome job on the 5K and I know you have worked extremely hard biking and being disciplined in dropping alot of lbs...that rocks...your discpline in this area is a strong testimony of the discipline in your life as a pastor...keep preaching strong and loving those you serve...have an awesome day!!
September 22, 2009, art rogers writes: Thanks, guys. Appreciate the encouragement greatly. For whomever may need to know: (I was using it more along the lines of the 2nd, informal definition) nonplussed |nänˈpləst| (also nonplused) adjective 1 (of a person) surprised and confused so much that they are unsure how to react : he would be completely nonplussed and embarrassed at the idea. 2 informal (of a person) not disconcerted; unperturbed
September 23, 2009, Papa writes: Art, Proud of you. Lots of important things happened here. I think the most important was the time you spent with Jimmy. He is lucky to have a dad who loves him that much and who finds time to be together. Dad
September 23, 2009, art rogers writes: Well, the time we spent together was before and after the race, because it took all of 2 seconds for him to drop me like a bad habit... ;)

Which is a great argument for cross training, if training is your thing.

To date my thing has been just trying to drop some weight and cycling offered me an aerobic exercise option with no impact. Which was huge. Because I was huge.

If you want to understand this better, try running with a couple of 20 lb. sledge hammers, one in each hand. Get the idea? Now add another 15 lbs and you’ll understand how much weight I’ve lost.

So I biked because I couldn’t run.

So I guess I was feeling froggy or just stupid and, when signing Jimmy up for the race, I signed myself up, too.

Pride? Foolishness? Arrogance? Whatever…

I have no idea what caused me to think I could run a 5k (3.2 miles), but I showed up with one goal. Don’t walk. Run the whole time. Even if you have to shuffle.

And I did. Official Race time results: 33:41.85.

And now I hurt all over. I can’t get on my bike because my ankle hurts. I feel worse than I ever have. Well, maybe not EVER… but bad.

I hear the swine flu is making its way through our congregation. Maybe I can catch it and feel even worse.

But then again, I don’t know that I have ever in my life run that far consecutively. And it was for breast cancer research. And I didn’t walk.

So maybe I feel pretty good after all.

Ok, here are some pics (Click on the thumbnail for the full size pic):

[Show as slideshow]

Comments

September 21, 2009, Bart writes: Vicki and I lol'd watching you walk up the platform steps Sunday night. I wasn't plussitude...I don't think...do I want to know what that means? Merriams wouldn't tell me, so I'm a little worried. Great picture of you and Laddie. And Peyton let you take her picture. Now if you had Amy...
September 21, 2009, cb scott writes: I am proud of you and for you Art. cb
September 22, 2009, art rogers writes: Bart - Look up nonplussed. And Peyton neigh demanded that she have her picture made with me. And why wouldn't she? CB - Thanks, brother!
September 22, 2009, tom writes: Congrats, Art! Keep going! -ta
September 22, 2009, steveharrison writes: Art, awesome job on the 5K and I know you have worked extremely hard biking and being disciplined in dropping alot of lbs...that rocks...your discpline in this area is a strong testimony of the discipline in your life as a pastor...keep preaching strong and loving those you serve...have an awesome day!!
September 22, 2009, art rogers writes: Thanks, guys. Appreciate the encouragement greatly. For whomever may need to know: (I was using it more along the lines of the 2nd, informal definition) nonplussed |nänˈpləst| (also nonplused) adjective 1 (of a person) surprised and confused so much that they are unsure how to react : he would be completely nonplussed and embarrassed at the idea. 2 informal (of a person) not disconcerted; unperturbed
September 23, 2009, Papa writes: Art, Proud of you. Lots of important things happened here. I think the most important was the time you spent with Jimmy. He is lucky to have a dad who loves him that much and who finds time to be together. Dad
September 23, 2009, art rogers writes: Well, the time we spent together was before and after the race, because it took all of 2 seconds for him to drop me like a bad habit... ;)

So I’ve decided to be a blogger

art rogers — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 05:01:29 +0000

For those of you still checking in faithfully over the last, what? Three weeks? You deserve to know what’s been going on.

I’ve been busy.

I know. Life’s busy and if you’re going to be hosting your own site, then you owe it to the good folks who have come to depend on the sage advice, probing questions and stupid videos that you post to actually dispense these things.

Inquiring minds want to know.

Sorry.

I actually faced a bit of a dilemma with the whole situation. I’ve been so busy with pastoring and then my personal life (had you heard I’ve taken up cycling?) and then my family’s personal lives (I’m now the chauffeur for … never mind. If you know, you know and if you don’t, I don’t think I’m allowed to elaborate on the blog) that I have been too exhausted to write in the evenings when I typically craft my blog posts.

I considered shutting it down.

Some of you have heard that I have agreed to be an editor/contributor to a group blog called MissioScapes with some of the usual suspects. In fact, my initial article dropped there last week.

I thought that my occasional post there my tide over my writing jones. Scratch the itch. But then, no. I don’t think it will.

Then, I thought I might start an entirely new blog. An anonymous cycling blog from the eyes of a newbie cyclist. So much uncovered territory. So many obvious and yet unassaulted targets in the cycling community. You have no idea. I’m not even talking about the Lycra, either.

Still might do that, but then, maybe not.

If I’m too tired to write about the established aspects of my life, what makes me think an anonymous and yet unread cycling blog would drive me to shake off the web of slumber and expose the spandex clad, two wheeled, helmeted, free wheeling crowd to an audience that doesn’t even exist?

No.

The writing’s the thing. It’s not the subject of the blog. Do I want to write, and if so, will I set aside time to do it?

Yes.

I have decided that this is worth that and, frankly, it is you who have shown me that I should.

You’ve not said a word. No notes. No comments. No email.

But you’ve come back. Daily for over a month with barely a word from me beyond unfulfilled promises of posts to come, you still drop in and read what I have not written.

Thanks.

And since you’ve apparently cared what I have to not say, I think you’ll be immenantly more interested in the things that I hope to say, so…

I’ve decided to be a blogger.

By that I mean not just the random thought or question but something interesting – or at least something I think is interesting – more than once a week.

There you have it.

Sorry, for the impromptu time off. Thanks for sticking around. See you soon.

Comments

August 24, 2009, Gary Snowden writes: Art, Glad to hear that you've decided to stick with blogging. I'm not a very faithful writer at times either. There are long lapses of time that pass without a post, but then I'll get inspired and write 2 or 3 in quick succession. It's nice to have a venue for expressing one's thoughts, even if they are sporadic and periodic. By the way, I had a meeting with Rodney Hammer this past Thursday at the associational office and he described his initial meeting with you in Tulsa after having read your blog for some time. I suspect you have a lot of faithful readers. Blessings.
August 24, 2009, art rogers writes: Gary, Fascinatingly, this brings up another issue. My comment email system wasn't working and I would not be notified of comments when they were left. I wasn't participating well in discussion, which hurt discussion and also hurt my own interest. Miraculously, it has fixed itself and your comment just appeared in my inbox. Amazing.
August 24, 2009, Bob Cleveland writes: Art, It's axiomatic that the things we dream up to serve us, we eventually become enslaved to. I've felt the same thing about blogging, my ownself, but I finally decided I blog because of me. I enjoy the writing. And I don't write unless the bug, germ, spirit, whatever, bites me. I quit the choir for the same (admittedly twisted) reason. I'd been teaching 2 Sunday Schools for some months and when I finally made it to worship, they were doing a number they'd prepared for the Christmas Cantata, and I sat out that Sunday and loved being in the congregation out there in a pew. The little voice said "you can't quit .. you've been there longer than anybody but the pianist .. what will people think ..". God then convicted me that was precisely the wrong reason, and I've loved being "out there" ever since. If you want to write, write. When you don't feel like it, don't. It needn't be any more complicated than that. Besides, might a lot of those visits be from RSS readers, like mine? That's the only way I ever go to a blog any more since someone (you, as I recall...) mentioned them. (If it was you, a big thanks.) And oh, yes, I do enjoy your writing, or maybe I just enjoy hearing from a friend. Both, actually.
August 24, 2009, Bart writes: Bumbling blogging bicyclist is becoming better at battling bumper to bumper bottlenecks and bringing boy to bashes.
August 24, 2009, art rogers writes: Bob, I always enjoy your writing also, and good friends are like good medicine. Glad you're mine. Also, you are welcome for the rss feed reader, but no they don't show up in stats. Those are actual visits. Technology is fascinating, eh? Bart, Huh? ;)
August 25, 2009, Vicki writes: I got it. I actually have an RSS feed to my work email. I'm not sure if we can do an RSS feed to our personal email (that I don't like). I wish I was as clever as Bart!!!

For those of you still checking in faithfully over the last, what? Three weeks? You deserve to know what’s been going on.

I’ve been busy.

Inquiring minds want to know.

Sorry.

I considered shutting it down.

Some of you have heard that I have agreed to be an editor/contributor to a group blog called MissioScapes with some of the usual suspects. In fact, my initial article dropped there last week.

I thought that my occasional post there my tide over my writing jones. Scratch the itch. But then, no. I don’t think it will.

Still might do that, but then, maybe not.

No.

The writing’s the thing. It’s not the subject of the blog. Do I want to write, and if so, will I set aside time to do it?

Yes.

I have decided that this is worth that and, frankly, it is you who have shown me that I should.

You’ve not said a word. No notes. No comments. No email.

But you’ve come back. Daily for over a month with barely a word from me beyond unfulfilled promises of posts to come, you still drop in and read what I have not written.

Thanks.

And since you’ve apparently cared what I have to not say, I think you’ll be immenantly more interested in the things that I hope to say, so…

I’ve decided to be a blogger.

By that I mean not just the random thought or question but something interesting – or at least something I think is interesting – more than once a week.

There you have it.

Sorry, for the impromptu time off. Thanks for sticking around. See you soon.

Comments

August 24, 2009, Gary Snowden writes: Art, Glad to hear that you've decided to stick with blogging. I'm not a very faithful writer at times either. There are long lapses of time that pass without a post, but then I'll get inspired and write 2 or 3 in quick succession. It's nice to have a venue for expressing one's thoughts, even if they are sporadic and periodic. By the way, I had a meeting with Rodney Hammer this past Thursday at the associational office and he described his initial meeting with you in Tulsa after having read your blog for some time. I suspect you have a lot of faithful readers. Blessings.
August 24, 2009, art rogers writes: Gary, Fascinatingly, this brings up another issue. My comment email system wasn't working and I would not be notified of comments when they were left. I wasn't participating well in discussion, which hurt discussion and also hurt my own interest. Miraculously, it has fixed itself and your comment just appeared in my inbox. Amazing.
August 24, 2009, Bob Cleveland writes: Art, It's axiomatic that the things we dream up to serve us, we eventually become enslaved to. I've felt the same thing about blogging, my ownself, but I finally decided I blog because of me. I enjoy the writing. And I don't write unless the bug, germ, spirit, whatever, bites me. I quit the choir for the same (admittedly twisted) reason. I'd been teaching 2 Sunday Schools for some months and when I finally made it to worship, they were doing a number they'd prepared for the Christmas Cantata, and I sat out that Sunday and loved being in the congregation out there in a pew. The little voice said "you can't quit .. you've been there longer than anybody but the pianist .. what will people think ..". God then convicted me that was precisely the wrong reason, and I've loved being "out there" ever since. If you want to write, write. When you don't feel like it, don't. It needn't be any more complicated than that. Besides, might a lot of those visits be from RSS readers, like mine? That's the only way I ever go to a blog any more since someone (you, as I recall...) mentioned them. (If it was you, a big thanks.) And oh, yes, I do enjoy your writing, or maybe I just enjoy hearing from a friend. Both, actually.
August 24, 2009, Bart writes: Bumbling blogging bicyclist is becoming better at battling bumper to bumper bottlenecks and bringing boy to bashes.
August 24, 2009, art rogers writes: Bob, I always enjoy your writing also, and good friends are like good medicine. Glad you're mine. Also, you are welcome for the rss feed reader, but no they don't show up in stats. Those are actual visits. Technology is fascinating, eh? Bart, Huh? ;)
August 25, 2009, Vicki writes: I got it. I actually have an RSS feed to my work email. I'm not sure if we can do an RSS feed to our personal email (that I don't like). I wish I was as clever as Bart!!!

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